Transformers: Ignition, I've finally gotten to WRITING it after years of planning it!
Transformers: Ignition, I've finally gotten to WRITING it after years of planning it!
Apr 24 2012, 12:04 PM
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It was a calm, balmy night in Progress City. The Florida sun had set in the West only a few hours ago, and the Summer heat had given way to a cool sea breeze. It was a perfect night, Cole thought, for taking his custom street racer – something he’d been working on ever since he managed to piece together enough of his own money to buy an old garage – for a test drive out on the causeways surrounding the biggest and most futuristic city in Florida. As he got into the orange-and-gunmetal two-seater, he opened the door to the garage and went out into the city streets. He made his way towards the causeway that crossed the various islets in Progress City’s inlet.
Cole smiled to himself as he saw that, just as he had hoped, there wasn’t any traffic out on the causeway at this hour.
“Not a soul around. Just miles and miles of blacktop for me to take a nice joyride on.” he thought, as he pressed his foot on the gas pedal. Seems all those parts he cleaned up and fixed to make this thing work were perfect; it handled the corners of the road like a dream. After a good ten minutes or so of smooth driving, Cole saw a pair of headlights coming down the causeway from the mainland.
“The hell? Who’d be out on the causeway at this time of night?! Well, other than – WHOA!” Cole slammed on the brakes and steered out of the way as the car – at least, it LOOKED like a car – drove past him in a flash! “It… It didn’t have a driver.” Cole felt a cold sweat stream down his face as the “car,” which looked too futuristic even for the advanced tech usually seen in Progress City, made a swift U-turn and drove by him.
Cole brushed his auburn hair out of his eyes in disbelief – this car didn’t look like anything he’d ever seen –“ it looked like something out of a bad sci-fi movie,” he thought as the “car” revved up its engine. Was it challenging him to a race?!
“Do you think I’m crazy?!” Cole yelled at the strange vehicle. “Maybe I am crazy if I’m yelling at some tech geek’s idea of an RC car.” Cole motored off towards the mainland, hoping that the phantom car wouldn’t follow him. Unfortunately, it was still tailing his car, and Cole began losing his cool. He swore under his breath repeatedly as the vehicle kept tailing his car, even as he accelerated well beyond the speed limit! In a panic, Cole slammed on the brakes, which proceeded to lock up and he went careening off the road into one of the islets the causeway was built on. In a stroke of luck, he managed to unbuckle himself and throw open the door before his car – his pride and joy – careened right into a mangrove tree!
“Dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!” Cole gritted his teeth as he dusted some sand off of himself and tried to ignore the stinging pain across the many scrapes on his body. He then saw the other car’s headlights “staring” right at him.
“You think this is funny?! You could have killed someone, you idiot!” Cole was fuming with anger as the “car” drove over to the flaming wreckage of his customized racer and emitted a beam of light. “Oh, so you’re taking pictures to laugh at later?!” Cole ran over to the trunk of his car, and grabbed a socket wrench. He lifted it over his head and charged at the car… And ran straight into a metallic leg.
“Son of a-“ Cole clutched his forehead as he looked up and saw a fifteen-foot-tall robot standing above him – he was rendered silent in shock as the mechanical giant leaned down and spoke to him from an oddly human face.
“Wait… You WEREN’T a Decepticon?! Slaggit, Optimus is gonna kill me when he finds out I ran a human off the road!” The orange creature’s glowing blue eyes widened as it realized it had just made a really, REALLY big mistake.
“You… You’re not even… Human…” Cole’s eyes were just as wide as the robot’s, and he brandished his wrench as it extended a metallic finger towards him. “Stay back or I’ll… I’ll dent your doors! Got it?!”
“Geez, relax, would ya?!” The orange robot smiled. “I’m not gonna hurt a human! … At least, not on purpose.” It scratched the back of its head, an oddly human gesture for a giant robot. “Name’s Cliffjumper. I’m an Autobot, and… Uh… I don’t exist. You aren’t gonna tell anyone about me, or… Uh… Slaggit, how did Windy put it?!”
“Cliffjumper!” A white-and-blue police cabin cycle – also without a rider – glided down from the road and transformed into an eight-foot-tall robot – this one had strangely feminine proportions compared to the larger robot. “You idiot, you blew our cover!”
“Hey, you were out riding around without a holomatter avatar, Windrazor!” Cliffjumper crossed his arms, as Cole tried to slowly walk away from the arguing robots.
“That’s only because I bothered to wait around for Red Alert to scan an alt-mode for me! You shouldn’t have been so impatient!” Windrazor placed one hand on her hips and pointed her other hand at Cliffjumper’s face. “Not to mention you could have killed this organic!”
“Hey, I thought he was a Decepticon!” Cliffjumper shrugged. “And I decided to scan his car since it was fragging awesome.”
Windrazor sighed and placed her palm on her face. “Well, at least you have a disguise. Of course, you know this means you’re going to have to replace his car, right?”
“WHAT?!” Cliffjumper and Cole both shouted at once.
“Well, considering it was a one of a kind custom, and it got trashed… And it would just be courteous to do so after nearly killing him…” Windrazor smirked. “It just would be the Autobot thing to do.”
“Fine.” Cliffjumper shrugged and extended his hand to Cole. “Shake.”
“Yeah, I’m already doing that because you almost turned me into – Oh, I get it.” Cole extended his hand and grabbed Cliffjumper by his fingertips, and the two shook. “I still don’t trust either of you. And I can’t tell anyone you guys exist?”
“Right.” Windrazor nodded. “It’s to keep the rest of your species as safe from Decepticons as possible.”
“Well, what the heck’s a Decepticon?” Cole tilted his head and furrowed his brow. “Are they like you guys?”
“Slag no!” Cliffjumper crossed his arms and frowns. “We’re Autobots! We’re the good guys!”
“Let me explain, Cliff.” Windrazor knelt down to get a closer look at Cole. “You know how you humans have wars? Like the one you refer to as ‘World War II’ had the Allies and the Axis?”
“Yeah?” Cole Nodded.
“We Autobots are the Allied Forces – and the Decepticons are the Axis.” Windrazor continued. “Is that a good enough explanation?”
“Yeah.” Cole nodded. “So who’s the FDR of this outfit?”
“Well…” Windrazor tapped her fingers together anxiously. “He’s not on this planet.”
“He’s dead?” Cole said, puzzled by her statement.
“No. He thinks WE’RE dead.” Cliffjumper said in a huff. “Wheeljack hasn’t been able to re-establish communications with New Iacon ever since we re-activated about three solar cycles ago.” Cliffjumper than transformed into car mode – it was a perfect replica of Cole’s racer in its former glory. “Well, partner, I guess it’s you and me.” He opened the driver’s door to Cole, who cautiously stepped in. “You probably know traffic rules on this planet better than I do, anyway.”
“What, you don’t want to run anyone else off the road?” Cole smirked.
“No, it’s that I don’t want Windy on my case all the time.” Cliffjumper intoned through the radio.
“I heard that!” Windrazor had already transformed into police bike mode. “We’ll have to report back to Optimus. Spark knows how he’ll react to this human…” Windrazor drove off after creating a holomatter avatar of a policewoman, and Cliffjumper and Cole followed after her.
As the two Autobots and their human cohort drove along to their base, Cole was still coping with the fact he was driving an alien life form.
“So, your secret base is where, exactly? The northern part of Merritt Island is still mostly government facilities. I mean, they may not have any launches any more, but the Kennedy Space Center’s still kept around as a museum.” Cole rolled down Cliffjumper’s window and took a look outside. He was shocked to see that the Autobots were heading towards the open waters of Mosquito Lagoon! He frantically rolled the window back up and took a deep breath as Cliffjumper and Windrazor started to drive into the ocean, when suddenly, a portal opened in front of them – when Cole opened his eyes, Cliffjumper’s door was open, and the trio were in what appeared to be… “A building?!” Cole got out and looked out the windows of the structure – it was a spaceship that had crashed underwater.
“Hey, Cole!” Cliffjumper transformed to robot mode and gestured at Cole to follow. “Don’t just stand around gawking, Windy-”
“Don’t call me that!” Windrazor intoned. The femme wasn’t very fond of Cliffjumper’s nickname for her. “Let’s just get to the bridge. Good thing Red Alert managed to get the bridge working.”
“It’s a good thing indeed!” A crimson-and-white mech stood at the controls, a visor flipped up onto his forehead. He had the sidepanels of his vehicle mode – an ambulance, by the looks of it – hanging off his sides, giving him the look of a surgeon in a labcoat. “Wheeljack and I were working for megacycles just trying to get it to open up a portal only three hics from the shore!”
“Yeah, and the slaggin’ thing could conk out any second! I tried ta tell Optimus that we should set up shop somewhere where a single crack in th’ windows won’t lead to some sorta liquid rustin’ our afts!” A green, white and red robot with a beard-like faceplate smashed an oversized – even by Cybertronian standards – wrench against the ground bridge. “Either that, or we get this ship operational and risk bein’ spotted by organ – AUGH!” Wheeljack recoiled at the site of Cole. “GET THAT THING OFFA THE SHIP BEFORE IT SPEWS ACID ALL OVER US!”
“Relax, Wheeljack. He’s harmless… Well, mostly harmless.” Red Alert said after scanning Cole with his visor.
“Hey, do you mind warning me before a sudden scan like that?” Cole scowled as he turned away from the window. “Cliff, Windrazor – these guys friends of yours?”
“I personally wouldn’t consider Wheeljack a friend as much as I consider him a crewmate.” Windrazor rolled her optics.
“Bite my rusty metal –“
“Wheeljack!” Red Alert cut off Wheeljack’s retort. “Ahem. My name is Red Alert. I’m the medical officer on this ship, the Axalon. And this over here is Wheeljack, our engineer.”
“Why do you sound like you’re British? And why does Wheeljack sound like he’s from New York?”
“What th’ slag is he talkin’ about?” Wheeljack scratched his head.
“Well, I’m from the planet Paradron, and he hails from the colony of Junkion.” Red Alert continued. “It seems the Junk and Paradronian accents correlate to certain accents of your “English” language! How fascinating!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, can we just report back ta Prime so’s we can ground bridge this meatbag offa our ship?” Wheeljack eyed Cole cautiously regardless of Red Alert’s reassurance. “I don’t exactly want this thing ta lay eggs in my engine, ya know what I’m sayin’?”
“Wheeljack,” Red Alert chuckled, “That’s a male of the species. They don’t produce eggs.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Wheeljack transformed into his alternate mode, a beat-up old muscle car, and motored over to the bridge. Cliffjumper and Windrazor transformed and followed behind him, leaving Red Alert and Cole to chat.
“Please excuse Wheeljack,” Red Alert stated after transforming into ambulance mode and offering Cole a ride. “Many of our kind have a phobia of organics.”
“Sure, whatever, can we just get this over with so I can get back to dry land and rest?” Cole got into Red Alert’s passenger side, and the Medibot motored off towards the bridge.
“Optimus! Cliffjumper and Windrazor –“ Red Alert let Cole out and transformed into robot mode.
“I know, Red Alert.” A tall red-and-blue robot stood before the others, flanked by an even bigger bronze robot. “Welcome to the Axalon, human. My name is Optimus Prime. I’m what you’d call the captain of this vessel.”
“And I’m Ironclad.” The bronze robot intoned with a deep baritone. Cole noticed Ironclad’s left leg appeared to be a makeshift replacement leg he had to make from emergency parts, causing him to walk with a limp. “I always hoped I’d land on an organic planet.”
“Yeah, yer hope’s my worst nightmare, ol’ buddy.” Wheeljack leaned against his giant wrench like a cane – he and Ironclad were obviously the oldest robots on the ship, while Red Alert and Optimus seemed to be only slightly (well, slightly by Cybertronian standards) older than Windrazor and Cliffjumper.
“So, why are you here?” Cole asked. “Are there Decepticons?”
“He already knows about Decepticons?” Ironclad asked Wheeljack, who merely scratched his head.
“Well, we crashed here around fifty Earth years ago when we found this solar system. It’s rich with Energon, our fuel source.” Optimus had Red Alert put up a display showing an Energon crystal. “Unfortunately, we were being trailed by a ship helmed by the Decepticon’s leader, Megatron.”
“It was a pretty awesome fight! Optimus kicked his thrusters!” Cliffjumper pumped his fist in the air, and both Optimus and Windrazor shot him a look.
“But not before Megatron did some serious damage to our ship. We crashed here, and we have no idea where Megatron is currently.” Optimus continued.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that piece o’ slag burnt up on re-entry. There’s no way he could survive without a ship, right?” If Wheeljack had a mouth, he’d be grinning.
“Well, hopefully. But we were about to leave behind the Axalon until the time is right for us to reveal our presence to your kind.” Optimus looked away. “Since it’s possible humans might mistake us for a threat.”
“Well, if you guys need a new home base, I can enter the co-ordinates to my garage. If one of you is staying there,” Cole said as he pointed to Cliffjumper, “I think all of you should stay there. There’s fuel, spare parts, and you can take whatever else you need with you through the ground bridge.” Cole booted up the internet on his phone, and loaded the address. “Red, you think you can get the ground bridge to work? I’d really like to not worry about running out of fresh air.”
“I certainly can!” The medic smiled, transformed into his ambulance mode and motored off. “Allons-y!”
“Autobots,” Optimus stated, “Transform and roll out!” Optimus began changing shape into a pick-up truck mode, and had Wheeljack and Ironclad move the central computer console into his truck bed. The other Autobots soon followed suit; Windrazor morphed into a police bike, Cliffjumper transformed into Cole’s street racer, Wheeljack into an old muscle car, and Ironclad into an armored hybrid SUV. After Optimus opened his driver’s side door, Cole climbed in and the Autobots went towards the “ground bridge…”
So, yeah. The first two drabbles from what I hope will be both a fic and a good reference if/when I work for Hasbro (IMG:style_emoticons/default/icon-waspy.gif)
This post has been edited by Space T Rex: Apr 30 2012, 06:56 PM
Apr 30 2012, 07:00 PM
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The sun was rising over Progress City – Cole had managed to get in a few hours of sleep in between all the noise the Autobots made taking all of the hardware they needed – a Ground Bridge transmitter, a CR tank, and a Teletraan unit – and unloading it in his garage. “Couldn’t they try to be quieter?!” Cole covered his head with his pillow, since Wheeljack hadn’t yet finished putting the Ground Bridge back together.
“Communications are back-up!” Red Alert cheerily stated. “Well, to an extent.” He frowned as he found that communications still weren’t able to leave the Solar System. “Well, if any other Energon patrols come along, we could easily radio them… Once they make it past the belt of icy dwarf planets and comets that surround this star system.”
Cole, still in his sweatpants after trying to sleep, stepped out of his room. “Wait, you guys navigated past the Kuiper belt and the Oort cloud?!”
Ironclad chuckled. “Actually, Cole, the comet and asteroid belts in your solar system aren’t very densely packed at all. There’s usually a good amount of hics in between those space rocks.”
“And you better believe what the big guy says, meatbag – Back when he and I was in the Wreckers, I had to drive us through an asteroid belt where the space rocks were almost as densely packed as the buildings back in Old Iacon.” Wheeljack paused as he took a swig of oil from the barrel he kept on his belt like a hip flask. “We almost got cratered!”
“If it wasn’t for Wheeljack’s flying, he and I would be pieces of debris floating through the cosmos.” Ironclad said with a morose tone. “We’re two of very few Wreckers who weren’t lost on a mission.”
“What do you mean, ‘weren’t?” We’re lost on this dirt clod right now!” Wheeljack used his polarity gauntlets to secure some of Ironclad’s rivets in place after the old soldier fired them into the wall. “Hopefully we can get off here sooner than –“
“No can do, Wheeljack.” Optimus sighed as he eyed the Energon scanner on the Teletraan unit with a mix of trepidation and excitement. “Or did you forget that this planet has almost as much Energon as Cybertron did?”
“Yeah, but we ain’t miners, Prime!” Wheeljack crossed his arms. “We don’t have enough equipment to dig it all up –“
“I never said we’d have to dig it up.” Optimus smiled, and continued. “It seems humans, led by the ReedTech faction –“
“Wait, ReedTech? The company that discovered the clean alternate fuel they call Furmanite? The same kinda fuel that powers Progress City?!” Cole looked shocked, as if he had finally figured something out.
“Well, yes. Your Furmanite is our Energon, Cole.” Red Alert grinned. “And it seems you humans are capable of producing incredible amounts of it.”
“It’s not just that. The CEO – or “Prime” of ReedTech – is my father, Walter Reed.” Cole stated, and showed them a picture of his father on his cell phone – A short, skinny man with graying hair and a fine mustache stood next to a lean teenage boy with messy auburn hair and a young girl with whitish-blonde hair. The young man was obviously Cole at around the age of thirteen, and the other two were his father, Walter Reed, and his younger sister, Lyra. “I’m… Not on the best terms with him. Mainly because he isn’t my real father.”
“I don’t get it.” Cliffjumper shrugged. “So this guy wasn’t your actual protoform batch initiator. Big whoop.”
Cole glared silently at Cliffjumper.
“What?” Cliffjumper said defensively.
“Way to be sensitive, Cliff.” Windrazor elbowed Cliffjumper in his side. “You don’t even know how human families work, Cliff –“
Red Alert looked panicked. “I’m picking up strange signals in the sky – I think the Decepticons may be after the Energon!”
“Autobots!” Optimus raised his Ion Axe. “Transform and roll out!” The six Autobots motored out, leaving Cole at the garage.
A fighter jet soared above Progress City, accompanied by a stealth jet. “I don’t understand, Lord Shockwave. Why should Soundwave and I attack these primitive creatures?! They don’t have any real way to defend themselves! Master Cruellock would –“
“Master Cruellock is gone, Starscream. Besides, this is what he and Megatron would want if they were alive.” A voice crackled over Starscream's commlink. “Would you want to have disappointed Megatron, Starscream?”
“No!” Starscream exclaimed, anger apparent in his voice. “You know it would be a dishonor to go against his wishes… Even if he is offline.”
The stealth jet chuckled in an eerie monotone. “Observation: If Lugnut were with us, you would not dare to suggest Lord Megatron was gone.”
“Soundwave, shut up!” Starscream sped up and dashed towards a power plant on a barrier island. “And stay out of my way – It would also be dishonorable to put too many inferior organics in danger.”
“Whatever you say, Starscream.” The stealth jet soared after him, and the two of them landed right across from the power plant. “And keep quiet. You don’t want any pathetic little fleshlings to spot us.”
“Right.” Starscream transformed into his robot mode – a wiry-looking robot armed with swords formed from his jet-mode wings, and with a mouth full of razor-sharp, sharklike teeth. “I want to minimize potential casualties… Not that I care about organics or anything. It's simply to avoid making too much trouble.”
Soundwave then transformed into his robot mode – a slightly bulkier robot with sonic emitters on his arms. “You know why Shockwave sent me to watch you, Starscream.”
“Yes, I know.” Starscream frowned. “Because he doesn’t trust me enough to think I wouldn’t follow through on this errand because of my honor.”
“Your honor is your greatest weakness, Starscream.” Soundwave smiled underneath his mask. “If Megatron hadn’t exiled Cruellock, you would be no better than an Autobot –“
“SHUT UP!” Starscream whipped around and glared at Soundwave. “I’ll prove it to Shockwave that I’m worthy of being named his successor as Air Commander!”
“Good.” Soundwave went into stealth mode as he silently stalked Starscream to the power plant. “Steal as much Energon as you can. If you fail, there will be consequences. Understood?”
“Yes, Commander Soundwave.” Starscream used his jets to surge forth towards the power plant, attempting to frighten as many humans away from the plant as possible. “PREPARE FOR EXTERMINATION, NAKED APES!” Starscream grinned widely, revealing his terrifyingly sharp teeth as he removed his wings and transformed them into twin Proton Sabers.
“Everyone! Evacuate the plant! I don’t care if Progress City is gonna lose all power, but there’s a giant metal monster attacking!” The foreman led his employees out, as the Decepticon flew in circles around the main silo, cackling madly. “My God…”
“Excellent!” Starscream cackled to himself. “Looks like I’ll have all of the Energon I'll need, and they didn’t even fight for it. Cowards.”
“The only coward I see is you, Decepticon!” THWACK! Optimus’ ion axe connected with Starscream’s head, knocking off his helmet.
“My… My helmet!” Starscream used the boosters in his feet to surge towards Optimus, but soon felt an invisible force holding him in place! “What kind of trickery IS this?!”
“It’s called magnets. I could explain how dey work, but I’m usin’ ‘em to kick yer sorry tailfin!” Wheeljack used his polarity gauntlets to direct a wave of magnetic energy at Starscream, sending the seeker hurtling back into the building!
Cliffjumper picked up Starscream’s helmet and removed Optimus’ axe from it, tossing the weapon back to his leader. “Hey, look! It fits!” Cliffjumper then sent out a blast of fire from his arm-mounted welding torches, causing the Decepticon to swiftly dodge to the right.
“You dishonorable, weak AUTOBOTS!” Starscream flew towards Cliffjumper and skewered Cliffjumper on one of his swords! “Now… GIVE ME MY HELMET BACK!”
“CLIFFJUMPER!” Windrazor deployed her twin laser scalpels as she leapt at Starscream and repeatedly stabbed the Seeker in the back! “YOU LOUSY DECEPTICREEP!”
“Red Alert! Take care of Cliffjumper!” Optimus transformed into vehicle mode and rammed Starscream, but both he and Windrazor were swatted aside by the angry Seeker.
“Hey, Doc-bot…” Cliffjumper grinned, despite the fact that he was bleeding Energon from his shoulder joint. “I’m just glad he has terrible aim when he’s ticked off, you know?”
“Please hold still! I’m trying to patch you up before he can come back for another strike!” Red Alert deployed numerous medical tools from his back-mounted repair kit. He quickly welded the wound on Cliffjumper’s shoulder closed, and gave his Spark a bit of extra energy with his shock paddles. “There. Now you need to get out of the combat zone. Understood?”
“Leave?!” Cliffjumper got back up and adjusted his arms. “If anything, you should do more than just sit around patching ‘Bots up!” Cliffjumper then transformed into vehicle mode and raced towards Starscream, deploying his welding torches as makeshift turbo boosters. “C’mon, Red! You could do somethin’ with those shock paddles!”
Red Alert throught for a moment, and then adjusted the dials on his shock paddles to a higher voltage. “If I have to fight, it’s only to prevent any unnecessary loss of life…” He then ran towards Starscream, and slugged him with an electric punch!
Starscream growled and grabbed Red Alert by his throat. “A sneak attack?! You Autobots really don’thave any sense of honor do you?!” Starscream then tossed Red Alert back towards Wheeljack, who used his polarity gauntlets to catch Red Alert in midair and guide him down safely. “Even as you Autobots outnumber me, I refuse to flee! I’ll die here for the Decepticon cause if I must! I will –“
“Starscream. I order you to retreat. Soundwave has informed me of your miserable failure.” A monotonous voice spoke over Starscream’s commlink. “You will be punished for your weakness when you return to the base.”
“No! Lord Shockwave!” Starscream flew out of the reach of the Autobots so their attacks couldn’t interrupt his argument. “I can defeat them and get the Energon if you just give me the chance –“
“No.” Shockwave tapped his fingers on his computer terminal. “You will obey your leader’s commands. Understood?”
Starscream growled and transformed into jet mode, flying off without a word.
“Well… That was anti-climactic.” Cliffjumper placed his new trophy on his head. “Told ya it fits.”
Windrazor, of course, was furious. “You idiot! Was that helmet worth almost being offlined?!” Windrazor paced back and forth in a huff. “Are you even paying attention to me?!” She then glared at the red Autobot – he was still adjusting his helmet. “IDIOT!” She pummeled the helmet with a karate chop, causing it to ring around Cliffjumper’s head like an oversized gong.
“Hey!” Cliffjumper placed his servos on the helmet to stop the ringing, and then posed heroically. “I make this look good!”
Optimus slapped his servo to his face. “Could you two stop arguing? We have to at least try and make a good impression.” Optimus gestured to the human workers who were staring at the Autobots.
“Yeah! You guys are great!”
“You saved the plant!”
“You look just like some of my son’s model kits!”
“We need to introduce you to our boss later!”
Optimus smiled at how the humans were praising him and his crew. He then folded down his faceplate and stored his Ion-Axe, and proceeded to speak. “People of Earth. It seems that we Autobots cannot hide ourselves any longer, but know that you are all under our protection. The attacker was a Decepticon. They are the sworn enemies of the Autobots, and, apparently, humans as well. But know this: as long as I function, Earth is under the protection of me and my Autobot team.”
Wheeljack coughed twice, hiding the word “corny” in between his coughs.
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